Is this a rip-off? A book that prides itself
on being high-caliber cyberpunk can't avoid this question. In
any case, William Gibson recognizes wholeheartedly. In his introduction
to Transit Lounge, he dissuades the buyer from this suspicion
in a relaxed and thorough tone. He greets the buyer with irrefutable
arguments: a portable-sized book full of astounding images of
the future, unscrupulously contemplated to their most far-reaching
implications: What I'm saying is: you'll get your eclectic
bigtime. I advise you to score. What's strange is that the
stream of speculations which follows Gibson's pointed opening
salvo is driven by the doubt of whether or not the cyber-representatives'
elegant digressions aren't perniciously misleading. Gibson promises
futurological spectacle, and then it all begins to gnaw. At regular
intervals, the insight comes to the fore that techno-hallucinations
serve primarily to numb our sense of reality.
This is more than a bad connection between
marketing strategy and product. Transit Lounge bears all
the hallmarks of a generation gap, or even of two. It is a compilation
of interviews with and articles about the kingpins of cyberpunk
and postmodern theory, compiled by the editors of the techno-cult
magazine 21C. The gap between the two generations
is the gap between over-the-top prophecy and profound interpretation:
the bigwigs pontificate on the approaching moment when humanity
shall definitively ascend the techno-cosmos, while the editors
frame all of this within question marks inspired by general disbelief,
humanism and realism. But the idea isn't that we see the gap as
a symptom of pathological mutual discord; Transit Lounge
is supposedly the product of a fruitful collaboration.
It is constructed as if it were bringing
into position the various necessities for a flight to the future.
The 'Cartographers' Joyce, Debord and Burroughs supply the topographical
maps of our intertextuality-beleaguered consciousness, while Sadie
Plant, Baudrillard, Nicolas Negroponte, Donna Haraway and Gibson
see to the 'Fuel'. Robert Anton Wilson, Timothy Leary and R.U.
Sirius put 'Contraband' in the suitcase, and McKenzie Wark and
Mark Dery write postcards with practical tips. The observations
of these 21C editors form a counterbalance to the
previous generation's somewhat exaggerated fantasies. We get intelligent
interpretations of the info-hype disseminated by the multi-nationals,
the metaphoric relevance of the clown, etc. The overall sense
of balance is the result of a profuse concern for the unprepared
reader, who is presumed to have only flipped through magazines
until now, ignorant of the above-mentioned celebrities. This distance
between the editors and the readers is indicative of a second
gap. The former introduce the latter to the wondrous world of
a high-tech future. In the style of a beginner's course, the discussion
of every forefather/mother is prefaced by an explanation of
why he/she, from a philosophical or technological perspective,
was well ahead of his/her time, and what an unbelievably charismatic
personality he/she possesses. We learn why it is wise to taste
of their intellectual fruits. The implosion of time and space,
the impending hegemony of silicone life-forms; these are the kind
of ideas that are supposed to be the radical implications of the
electronic revolution. Then one of the most important phases of
Transit Lounge's educational design begins, namely the
warning, but we shouldn't forget that... The introduction
to cyberpunk's collective unconscious is organized in such a way
that the newcomer can simultaneously experience the adventure
of free association and arrive at critical contemplation.
This gap between the pioneers and the interpreters
is supposed to be in the reader's best interest. And insofar that
the reader is in fact ignorant, this is indeed the case. But along
the way, the allocation of tasks has the peculiar consequence
of having predictions of the future come to be rooted in the past.
Transit Lounge means to illustrate the intersection where
the superhuman takes over the human, but the book turnes it upside
down. The post-thinking that sees complete liberation and immortality
already realized in digital technology is overtaken by the still-unrealized
ideals of humanism. According to McKenzie Wark and Mark Dery,
we need to approach visions of the post-human as retro-futurism,
since extravagant speculations on the future, in and of themselves,
are now superannuated. More than anything else, they inspire a
sense of nostalgia for obsolete tomorrows: I want to
believe, I really do, but... information technology, punk-rhetoric
included, is corporate nowadays. And thus euphoria over the total
design of nature and culture is ultimately unrealistic, since
it ignores all of the economic discrimination in the meatworld.
Wark sees in the visions of aged men an instrument for bringing
contemporary trends of technophobia and techno-hope into focus.
The watered-down excuses for a trip à la McKenna have now
been incorporated as a mainstream use of free time. As such they
feed our sociological insight.
Dery and Wark give Transit Lounge form
as a zone in which antiquated images of the future are evaluated
from a critical humanist perspective. In the articles by Kathy
Acker, R.U. Sirius and Adam Lucas, it's more a question of an
uncomplicated fascination and heartfelt admiration for the inheritance.
With a retrospective exhibition on the intertwined worlds of cyberpunk
and postmodernism as the goal, eclecticism is rightfully the point
of departure. The only thing is that this approach deprives Transit
Lounge of a specific vision. It offers a string of insights
which only intuitively have anything to do with one other, and
which primarily serve as initiatives towards reflection: with
the inserting of technology into the body, the borders which transcendental
philosophy imposed on the possible come to expire (performance
artist Stelarc). By saying farewell to metaphysical rêverie,
we can finally recognize the borders of the human capacity for
transformation (Dery). This kind of summing up of possible approaches
leads to a fairly vague whole, which is the major downfall of
introductory courses. But in order to involve readers in the cyber-discourse,
it's an extremely effective method, and that's what is seems
Transit Lounge is after. Blade Runner is a great movie!
Bruce Sterling is a genius. Frankenstein is a contemporary figure.
With these kinds of observations, it's hard not to become curious,
or at least not to nod approvingly.
The critical commentaries of Wark and Dery
are supposed to keep this cyberpunk package's dangerously giddy
tendencies in check. Which begs the question of whether their
cyber-humanism (Wark even feels compelled to seek support in Habermas'
theorem on the legitimatization crisis) isn't specifically a result
of Transit Lounge's slacker character. As I see it, their
chronic notion of the cyber-discourse's frivolity has everything
to do with the fact that Transit Lounge has been cut up
for easy digestion. Of course it's true that the French thinkers'
and American writers' belief in the limitless adaptability of
the world still calls for sober objection. But via the popular,
non-committal tone of Transit Lounge, it assumes the form
of a warning which is mainly meaningful as a footnote. Retro-futurism
is inherently receptive. The great masters monopolize the conversation,
which is understandable considering Transit Lounge's approach;
they fulfill their role as attention-grabbers.